For Christmas, That Little Girl received a voucher for Kiwi Crate. For anyone who isn’t familiar, because I know I was not, Kiwi Crate is a monthly subscription service. We sign up, they send her a box of activities designed for children 4-8 years old. After a bit of an issue redeeming our gift voucher, I had to sign up and pay for a month and then apply it to my account. I am willing to bet that was a That Girl issue and not a Kiwi Crate issue. They happily applied my credit to my account after the fact, even though it would not work for me. So the customer service was great, but as with any company during the holiday rush, it was not an immediate response. I just signed up and chose when I wanted the deliveries to begin.

Breast Cancer isn’t really very funny. Parenthood, however, I will admit can be really really funny. And I do try to laugh at myself as often as possible. When you combine That Girl, That Guy, and My Girls, you get a pretty Wacky life. When I was a child, probably when I was learning to read, one of my favorite books was “Wacky Wednesday” by Dr. Seuss. Since we constantly talk about how wacky my oldest is, some Wednesdays I will be sharing what I think are pretty Wacky stories, quotes, and silliness from our lives. Enjoy!

That Little Girl is learning to read. It is going well, and I couldn’t be prouder. The process has had it’s ups and downs, but hearing her read and figure out a new word is really amazing entirely making up for any of the “downs”. Since it often involves a homework assignment, sometimes it is a struggle to get her to sit down and do it. Making it a task, instead of something for fun when she just stumbles upon it herself, really seems to have taken the joy away from reading for That Little Girl. Second to having her read a book to me, I get the warm fuzzies when I happen upon her obviously reading a book alone.

Breast Cancer isn’t really very funny. Parenthood, however, I will admit can be really really funny. And I do try to laugh at myself as often as possible. When you combine That Girl, That Guy, and My Girls, you get a pretty Wacky life. When I was a child, probably when I was learning to read, one of my favorite books was “Wacky Wednesday” by Dr. Seuss. Since we constantly talk about how wacky my oldest is, some Wednesdays I will be sharing what I think are pretty Wacky stories, quotes, and silliness from our lives. Enjoy!

You guys, That Baby is walking. It took a bit. She teased us here and there. She has seemed ready for well over a month. She would take a few steps and slowly sit down in the most controlled manner then just lean forward and take off crawling. Now it is legit walking. Everywhere and anywhere she puts her mind to and takes off toward. Oh and one other little tidbit. She is into everything. I mean obviously, it is part of the age. What isn’t part of the age is how much she likes to help and clean up in her own unique way.

Someone recently asked me, as part of my recovery and moving on, how often I think about being a cancer survivor now. I wryly answered, “It’s October. It’s everywhere. Any time I am on the internet, turn on the television, or go shopping I think about it.” I mean seriously, we are aware folks. Can we rename it education, perhaps?

Whoops, sidetracked already. Getting back to the main point, this is not the easiest month to move on with my life.

Breast Cancer isn’t really very funny. Parenthood, however, I will admit can be really really funny. And I do try to laugh at myself as often as possible. When you combine That Girl, That Guy, and My Girls, you get a pretty Wacky life. When I was a child, probably when I was learning to read, one of my favorite books was “Wacky Wednesday” by Dr. Seuss. Since we constantly talk about how wacky my oldest is, some Wednesdays I will be sharing what I think are pretty Wacky stories, quotes, and silliness from our lives. Enjoy!

So I know we are late to have the talk with That Little Girl. Not THAT talk, just the first half where we tell her about boys and girls being anatomically different. I don’t want her to grow up thinking the difference is that girls are born with a ponytail, like someone was told (cough cough) by her best friend growing up. And I mean, it is go time now. We have got to have this talk. We intended to have it before school started. Going through a really strong do not let other people touch or see your bathing suit parts and if it happens let us know. That was exhausting enough that night. Not to mention having the feeling that you really shouldn’t have to have these conversations the entire time. That Guy and I keep talking about having this part of the talk. Hopefully before the next swim lesson.

With the start of kindergarten and all the extra activities, don’t feel bad if you have not seen us lately. Not many people have! In addition to the new routine for That Little Girl, I have been released to increase my hours. And That Family squeezed in a road trip to visit with friends and multiple doctor appointments. Not to mention the endless preparation of buying cleats, dance shoes, school clothes, and that fun shiny stuff for the new school year. All very exciting, but we are pretty much exhausted right now!

Breast Cancer isn’t really very funny. Parenthood, however, I will admit can be really really funny. And I do try to laugh at myself as often as possible. When you combine That Girl, That Guy, and My Girls, you get a pretty Wacky life. When I was a child, probably when I was learning to read, one of my favorite books was “Wacky Wednesday” by Dr. Seuss. Since we constantly talk about how wacky my oldest is, my Wednesday posts will be sharing what I think are pretty Wacky stories, quotes, and silliness from our lives. Enjoy!

Just when I am starting to feel like someday I may have it all together, or at least as together as I ever had it in the Old Days, as That Little Girl likes to call our pre-cancer pre-That Baby lives, something comes along to let me know that in fact that is totally false. There have been really successful outings, even to New York for the day, but generally it has included four adults to the two kiddos. And as far as me personally, I seem to be stuck in a cycle of feeling normal-ish then getting knocked down a peg or two in energy and appearance to remind me this is just not over yet.[Read more…]

When I started this blog, I wanted to find a way to help others, put out there how appreciative I am of those who have been there and helped my family, and record the entire experience for my girls. I started writing when I was already a good bit into the treatments, but I still had a long way to go. We did not know how the chemotherapy was working, I hadn’t had surgery yet, and I still had radiation to do. And that was just the physical parts. In the past few days, I feel like I have had a lot of my original intention presented to me right under my nose. [Read more…]

Breast Cancer isn’t really very funny. Parenthood, however, I will admit can be really really funny. And I do try to laugh at myself as often as possible. When you combine That Girl, That Guy, and My Girls, you get a pretty Wacky life. When I was a child, probably when I was learning to read, one of my favorite books was “Wacky Wednesday” by Dr. Seuss. Since we constantly talk about how wacky my oldest is, my Wednesday posts will be sharing what I think are pretty Wacky stories, quotes, and silliness from our lives. Enjoy!

Every one has that thing that can get them out of trouble or get them what they are wanting. We all have that friend who can talk their way into or out of anything. Or the one who can charm their way into great opportunity. For my girls, it is their eyes and smiles. That Baby is just at that phase where you ask her to smile for a picture and bam, out comes the most adorably un-adorable smile. You can’t help but love it because she is truly happy she knows what you are saying and so eager to cooperate. Oh, that smile! [Read more…]

Between That Guy and I, one of us was raised an only child and the other not. That means one of us has never really understood the differences between the first and second time around having a baby and the other experienced it first hand. I think our situation for the last year has only really exacerbated the differences. I wouldn’t say That Baby was neglected by any means, it’s just that obviously our attention was divided by two kids to start with at this point and then there were times attention was divided between two kids and cancer.